OK, here we are. Enjoy! Thanks for reviewing, Sailor Pluto and Sideshow Cellophane 26.

"Oh, this isn't how I pictured Alaska at all!" Dad groaned at the hail and snow we drove through, only about half an hour away from our new home. He put up the poster on the windscreen and sighed happily, until we alerted him that we couldn't see where we were going.

All of us screamed as the truck bounced on and off the road until we were able to drive in a straight line again.

"At least my poster didn't get torn." Dad said brightly, looking at the window. He tried to pull it down, but it turned out that our view of Alaska...was nearly exactly like the poster.

We were welcomed to Alaska straight away, although Mom would always make sure that if any of us went out, we were in our winter clothes. Dad brought a bunch of violets back to Mom whenever he came home, and Bart usually brought an avalanche while Dad got firewood by clapping. When he saw Bart clapping and Lisa simply standing there, he took it the wrong way and ordered her to "clap for Alaska". But I could admit, Alaska was peaceful, although there weren't many people there. But it was, after all, the spring break, and I was able to do whatever I wanted. I only met one other thirteen-year-old girl – Ruby. She was OK to hang out with, but she wasn't like my friends in Springfield.

I often thought back to Springfield, on that point. I wondered how they were doing, stuck inside that dome. Were there any resources left? I wondered how much was left in the Kwik-E-Mart, and the Monstro Mart. Was there enough booze left at Moe's for him to keep open?

But one day, we found out what was going to happen. There was an advertisement for the new Grand Canyon on the TV in our little cabin. "It's west of Shelbyville, and south of Capital City." said Tom Hanks on the screen.

Mom's eyes widened. "That's where Springfield is!"

"It's nowhere near where anything is or ever was." Hanks continued. "If you're going to trust a government, why not this one?"

"They're going to destroy Springfield!" Mom cried.

I switched the TV off. "Right. We might've been able to leave the dome, but we can't let everyone in Springfield die. Come on, let's get going."

Mom nodded. "Usually I wouldn't agree with this kind of thing, but this time, I think you're right."

But Dad scowled. "I'm happy here. Screw Springfield!"

Mom gasped. "I can't believe you'd say something so selfish!"

"Those people chased us with pitchforks and torches!" Dad pointed out. "At four in the afternoon!"

"It was seven at night!"

"Besides the point entirely!" I snapped. "We're going back now."

Lisa agreed with me. "Dad, how can you turn your back on everyone who loved us?"

"Flanders helped us when we were in trouble." Bart chimed in.

"Who cares what he did?" Dad said. "He's not your father."

"I wish he were!"

"You don't really mean that. You worship me."

"Oh yeah? Look what I did to your picture!" For some reason, Bart had a picture of Dad in his pocket, and he'd drawn a Flanders moustache on it. I'll bet anything that Dad is going to try and strangle Bart within a minute...

"Why you little..." right on cue.

Back to the story. Mom even tried echoing Dad's words when he asked Mom to be there when we moved to Alaska.

I waited for Dad's reaction, and while I wasn't surprised, I was furious at it. "That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard."
"Homer Simpson!" Mom exclaimed.

"We're saving Springfield!" Lisa declared.

Dad continued to insist we were staying, then stormed out.

I turned back to the family. "If we're going to save Springfield, we better get going now. So we better pack, and get the train to the nearest place where we can spread the news."

"Seattle." Lisa supplied.

"Right." I nodded "Seattle. Then we work out how to spread the word about it without getting caught."

"Wait." Mom said. "Before we leave, there's one thing I have to do." She picked up the recording of the wedding video. She wanted to record a short message for Dad.

"Can you let me do a message too?" I begged. "I have something to say too."

Mom didn't like the idea, but she sighed. "OK, Stephanie. You can record something before me." I could tell she was about to cry, so I kept it short, if not sweet.

"Ahem." I sat down on the bed in front of the camera. "This thing on? Right." I looked straight at the camera, green irises eyeballing the camera

"Dad, if you're watching this, you're probably still in Alaska, being stubborn, while we're gone, trying to help Springfield. You might not realize it, but up until today, I'd been there, because I was born to be there. But up until now, I've never had to choose between you and Mom like this. Today, you were the selfish one, so I'm choosing Mom. Sure, Azure and my other friends tried to kill me, but it was your fault, and now we're leaving to help Springfield, because it's the right thing to do." I hated crying, but it was honestly hard to keep my eyes dry, and I blinked fiercely and finished, "Goodbye, Homer." I used his first name deliberately, making it certain to whoever watched that I was now denying any father-daughter links between us. Then Mom said her piece (with much less unsuccessful attempts at trying not to show she was crying), and all five of us (me carrying Maggie) made our way to the train station.

I nearly cried writing that myself! Also, I know that Homer was the main focus of the story and the rest of the family got caught, but...well, you'll see. Please review!